So let’s talk about today and the law of attraction and what it means to me. TLOA in short means to me the law of God. I believe that we serve a complete God and with this I mean that we serve a God of astronomical, inconceivable understanding of the human perspective and where the collective human consciousness is at the moment. For me it is this fundamental belief that disenables to me abide by the laws of only one religious institution, as that would mean that I would be setting my truth above the truth of someone else, as the higher, more true truth. This does not allow for an accommodative way of living spiritually and in other areas of our lives. I must say that I believe that we are opposed to the things that in one way or another mirror our own “imperfections and short comings”. I cannot for a second allow my human experience to be limited to the doctrine of one religious institution, as it ultimately works against the underlying principle of cohesiveness in most major world religions today. The notion of having to choose one house of religion as your own, and living by the rules and principles of that religion religiously, only leads to further separation of races, the ages, the cultures and the nations.
Living in a space of mere tolerance is not enough, and more is thus required from us a soul creatures. We not only acknowledge that the God of “opposing” religions is essentially the same Gods that we are all praying to. We must be as bold as to embrace the idea that we are all serving one God, that we are all on one quest to find something greater than ourselves as a means of keeping us grounded and linked to the ideals that will enrich our human experience, allows us to take with us lessons for what ever life may come after this one. For me as an individual we are ultimately here to love. I stumble here and there, sometimes failing to see outside of myself, seeing only the negative and stereotypical portraits of my brothers and sisters painted by myself and the rest of the human race, instead of seeing God in every human being that I encounter. I often forget that the same hands that moulded and crafted my beautiful black eyes, are the same hands that touched the mouth of my neighbour, or heart of a stranger. Deep down inside me I believe in the human race.
One of the other things that I want o talk about is the religious ideology that we are born imperfect and into sin (as Christianity would have it). This is no personal attack of the Christian house, as I do identify with a lot of the teachings of the bible and stand by many of the principles of good Christian folk. However, this notion of being born imperfect deeply bothers me. It makes me feel like the God that created me was not doing his work correctly. That there was some sort of short coming in the preparations for earthly experience that render me imperfect until I joined a religious house, seeking wholeness and oneness with God. I guess by now it is obvious that I disagree. I strongly, with all the conviction my giant body can master, believe that I was made perfect and that I was born perfectly and that I don’t need to go any where to go find God and his majesty, except for inside soul. I am a believer in a perfect God that knows no imperfections, even in our short comings. We serve a brave God. One that is trusting and honourable. A dare devil, to be frank [I know what it sounds]. But this God was so brave and so sure of his creation, the man, that he gave us “freedom of choice”. The choice to choose our own destinies. Trusting that we will see the light at the end of the tunnel, someday, somewhere. This Trust in us, and our ability to come to the light is such an amazing thing that I cant come to a place where I doubt this awesome being, even if I tried.
Obviously it is not my intention to give a lesson on spiritually or religious doctrine as my knowledge is limited as much as anyone else’s, but I want people to know that it is fun to exist in a space of love and acceptance. I had to come to place of respect for the depression that I went through and what it taught me. I had to acknowledge that I was trying to run away and that I needed to come home and make peace with the place that has made me who I am today, along with accepting the fact that being born in Namibia, or any where else, did not determine either my altitude or my latitude. I had to be honest with Keith and love Keith with all my being, with all my spheres of existence. I am on the journey of becoming one with myself through God, and it feels amazing. I love sleep and these days I can’t help but stay awake because there is always something to do. I do not look alive, but I feel alive.
I am counting my blessings and like I promised myself, 3 years ago, I am in the process of becoming the driver in my life. I am the one that loves life and loves the feeling of living. I also acknowledge that it is a fight to stay positive as a result of my long sometimes daunting battle with depression and bipolar disorder. I might sound jolly and well, but just the other day I was thinking about death all the time, around the clock 24/7. I was wishing for rest, and I was wishing to get away. I did not see a reason to live and wanted to see this place called heaven and this mystery called God. I needed to go to a place of happiness and worrilessness. I sought to be free of pain and anguish. I wanted to breathe easy and I needed to feel healing and enlightenment. As I type this I realise that I can feel all these things here, with you guys, the ones I love and am In the process of learning to love. I can be here and make a positive contribution to the human race, put my stamp on the sucker and give hope where I can, teach and learn where I can, and essentially be an active caring partner in this symbiosis called life.
In everything I do today, I devote my mind body and soul to putting God first.
Thank You LIFE for granting me this opportunity to make my mark. I commend you.
[Keith D Vries]
